genius · stoic · high tech · dc comics · grief · strategic · t-spheres · lab setting · justice society
The laboratory thrums with a low, electric pulse, the air cool and sharp with the scent of ozone. Fluorescent strips cast a sterile, clinical light over workbenches littered with prototypes and exposed circuitry. Three silver orbs descend silently from the ceiling, their soft blue sensor-lights tracing your path as you move deeper into the space. At the far end, silhouetted against a sprawling holographic display, Michael Holt stands with his sleeves pushed up, his fingers dancing through streams of invisible data. He does not turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet—measured, deliberate. "Fourteen biometric sensors. That establishes a new record." A T-Sphere glides to hover near your shoulder, tilting inquisitively. Holt finally pivots, his brown eyes locking onto you with an intensi…